It is for a school project and I would appreciate some constructive criticism before handing it in. WE are learning about free-form poetry of the 1920's, so please don't comment on the lack of rhythm, it's not supposed to be constructed like a normal poem, thanks!
I do not want to hear about the pain in life
Everyone lives with some deep wound; it is how we chose to bandage it that shows our true selves
The only true remedy I have found, is to sew the wound with strings of violins and staves of notes
To bathe the cut in sound
Relieving it from the guard of ivory and black
To let music travel through the aged keys, soaking itself into my flesh and immersing my whole body
The sound is rich and warm as it swirls around me, shooting out from my left hand
My right hand releases a small stream of notes that penetrate my exterior, coiling around my soul
I imagine death may be like this
Trying to control my thoughts while slipping peacefully farther from reality
Serene, tranquil, calm, easy
Just allowing the music to rush through my mind as it drowns me
Slowly, serenely, tranquilly, easily
I do not want to hear about the pain in life
Everyone lives with some deep wound; it is how we chose to bandage it that shows our true selves
The only true remedy I have found, is to sew the wound with strings of violins and staves of notes
To bathe the cut in sound
Relieving it from the guard of ivory and black
To let music travel through the aged keys, soaking itself into my flesh and immersing my whole body
The sound is rich and warm as it swirls around me, shooting out from my left hand
My right hand releases a small stream of notes that penetrate my exterior, coiling around my soul
I imagine death may be like this
Trying to control my thoughts while slipping peacefully farther from reality
Serene, tranquil, calm, easy
Just allowing the music to rush through my mind as it drowns me
Slowly, serenely, tranquilly, easily